Quotes About Pain

If Eric's a demon," I said slowly, "that makes you a..." "Rogue demon hunter." I blinked. "Lost in the Buffyverse, are we?" "That show was a real pain in my ass," he muttered.

AND ALL THE OTHER SOULS WHO GOT LEFT AND CURSED BY THOSE THAT SHOULD HAVE LOVED AND CARED.

Love just plain hurts sometimes, but we can't let that stop us from loving. Love is the only thing in the world that really matters.

I hate the way bitterness is like a black, bubbling tar pit in me, and I hate the way so many memories of you are in that pit.

I guess when someone's really hurt you, there always seems to be a possibility for more.

It's said (truly) that most women forget the pain of childbirth; I think that we all forget the pain of being a child at school for the first time, the sheer ineptitude, as though you'll never learn to mark out your own space. It's double shaming - shaming to REMEMBER as well, to fee so sorry for your scabby little self back there in small people's purgatory.

I am] A fool who believes that death is waste and love is sweet and that the earth turns and men change every day and that rivers run and that people wanna be better than they are and that flowers smell good and that I hurt terribly today, and that hurt is desperation and desperation is—energy and energy can move things...

You aimin' to go the full circle now? How long before I have to come get you up from the sidewalks? You got hurt and pain in you? Well, I used to know a man who knew how to live with his pain and make his hurt work for him. Your daddy died with dignity; there wasn't no bum in him. And he known some hurts in this life you ain't never even heard of!

Why couldn't women understand that hate could not hurt if there was no semblance of love?

You can't imagine how much it hurts to be ignored by people… you respect. You don't know how loud the silence is or how deeply it cuts. It's bad enough watching the hatred touch my brothers. I'd rather die than see it touch you.

Honeysuckle. She smelled of honeysuckle. He thought about her pert little nose. He'd wanted to smile every time she tilted it to demonstrate her disdain toward him. If her obvious hatred for him hadn't been so great, hadn't hurt so badly, he might have smiled.

It hurts to cry," she said, her voice raspy. "It hurts worse not to." "Did you cry?" "For four days straight." "Is that how long it took you to bury them?" "Yes, ma'am," he said in a voice that sounded like stone grating against stone.

I don't think it's as bad as all that." Bill pressed against the duke's chest and Greystone sucked in air through his clenched teeth. "Did that hurt, Your Grace?" The duke glared at him. "Yes, I suppose it did. Silly of me to ask.

Her eyes shot up to his, expressing gratitude. He ignored the pain her obvious relief brought him.

Jake was hurting, emotionally and physically, and he was exhausted. He stared at her in wonder. "You're going to name him after me?" "I don't see any other father in this house." Ignoring the pain throbbing in his hands, he drew her close, holding onto her tightly. It was the most precious gift she could have given him.

How many times could a mother's heart break? An infinite number of times. Each time her children were hurt. She'd long ago accepted the pain of it, as well as the stoicism to never let it show. It was a mother's lot in life.

in time, the pain from a phisical beating would recede, heal, and scar, but wounds inflicted to the heart left scars that never stopped hurting

He was suddenly aware of the pain rampaging through him. "Where's Swindler?" "Here." He crouched beside Sterling. "We got the boy." Sterling grabbed his shirt, then cursed himself as he fell backward, bringing Swindler with him. "Never make her cry." He didn't know if Swindler nodded, because his entire world went black.

You don't know how loud the silence is or how deeply it cuts.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

Now I understand that this passion for pain, even in the torture of martyrdom, represents the haste and impatience to no longer be interrupted and disturbed by the evil that can come from this side (meaning this life).

I have heard and hidden the insults so long, I have been the conduit so long that I am disappearing!

If you have no more happiness to give me, / Well then! you still have your pain.

Pain is not weakness leaving the body. It's a protective mechanism that, when ignored, will simply turn up the volume until you have to pay attention. Good luck with that.